Woods

Feeling death tight, yeah
That's me on the forest
Take reaper's hand 'cuz
He will be your owner
It's like a bang, you can run
But anyway you'll end up burned
You can't decide
Can't escape
It's just around the corner
I'll never hide the blade
Keep myself running away
With the hate
I can't erase for myself
But I'm tryna go hard to fix mistakes
Trying not spit it on their head
'Cuz they won't understand
Tried to be somehow soft
But I'm scumbag as hell

(Wake up)
Just take my backpack and ride
I don't care what's in it
Just hope it helps to the fall
Don't wanna break my knees
Don't want to craw to be safe somehow
While I'm going sleep
I think I'm fading
Yeah, shit
Can see the miles I bleed
Could lay my head down the woods
And feel a gentle heat
Between my hair comes the roots
I bounce back like tree
But I see the shape of the reaper
In the shadow of the street
Now in the middle of the storm
I'm the one who's chasing him

It's kinda cold in the forest
I gotta keep me cover
With my boots stained with ash
Stepping on the flowers
Body outta dope
So a can keep the blood in my veins
Selfish for sure
You can keep all this shit for yourself
Got the two last cigarettes in my left pocked
My lighter ran out of gas, so
I gotta drop it
Turn the need into my strength
That's why no one can face
My awful shape so dark
To make you wet your bed



Credits
Writer(s): Buck The Grim, Selecta Cortés
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